Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

Godwyn ran towards Sindri's House, and the moment he entered the house, his gaze was entirely focused on the spear floating in the air two meters above the ground.

The spear had a white and pale blue shaft with intricate runes on the World Tree wood; the triangular tip was golden as if made of gold. The hilt was made of blue, white, and purple scales; the pommel at the end of the spear was an egg-sized ruby.

Most people thought Nidhogg had black scales because of the name 'corpse devourer,' but Nidhogg was one of the most beautiful beings in the Nine Realms, which is why her scales and horns were beautiful.

(Note: I couldn't find a suitable picture to use as a reference, but if you have one, I'd appreciate it if you post it in this sentence.) >

The spear exuded a noble, elegant, and beautiful aura, but above all, it exuded a majestic and powerful aura that made even space ripple violently.

"HAHAHAHAH!" Brok, who had fallen to the ground, utterly exhausted from forging for seven straight days, proudly laughed, seeing the spear floating in the air. "Godwyn, this is my masterpiece, the weapon capable of surpassing Mjolnir and Gungnir!!!"

Sindri, who was next to Brok, was also laughing happily; he felt tears streaming down his eyes observing the spear floating in the air; he felt that with that spear, the hope of freeing his people from slavery could be realized.

Godwyn didn't answer but just extended his hand. The next moment, as if the spear had sensed something, it spun in the air and stood upright. The spear flew towards Godwyn's hand and accepted its master's grip without any resistance.

As soon as the spear was picked up by him, countless pieces of information appeared in Godwyn's mind, including the spear's abilities.

Godwyn couldn't help but smile, analyzing this information. First, the spear's weight was something Brok had gotten right, but he had the exact weight.

The weight of Nine Worlds.

But the weight wasn't the spear's main ability, but its ability to lock onto a target and hit it regardless of the distance.

When Godwyn attacked, the spear would ignore distance and hit the target regardless of where it was. Godwyn could be sitting on the throne in Helheim and hit Odin in Asgard without any problem. The spear, which remained in his hand the entire time, would hit the target as if it were a concept of a law of destiny.

When Godwyn discovered this ability, he had a huge smile on his lips. This ability was simply perfect for him, who had the physical concept of death within his body.

Honestly, the spear and the concept of death complemented each other; it was instant death with no ability to escape it.

Of course, such a broken ability had limitations. With Godwyn's current strength, he only had one chance per day to use the Destined Death.

The reason for this was the spear's weight. Godwyn had the right to wield the spear, but using it was a huge burden on his current body. When he became a god, this limit would be increased by many levels, but at this moment, he was still a mere mortal with a weapon capable of instantly killing gods.

Using the spear once a day was the limit he could use; a second time would kill him without a doubt. This left Godwyn dissatisfied with his own body.

He had a nuclear weapon, but he only had one chance to use it per day; it was quite annoying in his eyes.

But in the eyes of others, they would kill everyone just for a chance like that once in a hundred years, much less once a day. Godwyn was just being a spoiled brat at that moment.

"You shall be called Destined Death, the God-Slaying Spear." Godwyn said, observing the spear trembling slightly, as if responding to his words.

The name written in Old Norse appeared on the spear's hilt, as if written by an invisible hand. As soon as the name appeared, the spear trembled again, satisfied with its name and destiny.

Caressing the pale shaft of the spear, which was made from the wood of the World Tree, Godwyn looked at Brok and Sindri, who were still exhausted from the long period of forging.

He didn't hide and told them the spear's abilities, making both dwarves, Thalia, and Mimir widen their eyes in complete disbelief.

"Brother, we forged a monster." Brok said with a big smile on his face. "The one-eyed bastard won't even know what hit him when he dies."

"Yes, our people will be free from the cruel hands of the All-Father." Sindri said with a tired but extremely satisfied tone with the spear's abilities.

"Golden Boy, can I touch it?" Thalia asked with a curious look; it was the first time she had seen such a powerful weapon up close.

Godwyn smiled and handed the spear to Thalia, who accepted it with an excited look. However, the smile on Thalia's face stiffened the next moment.

The veins in her neck and forehead twisted with the force she was exerting, but no matter how hard she tried, the spear remained still, not moving even an inch.

Releasing the spear, Thalia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Godwyn with dissatisfaction, noticing the teasing smile on his lips.

"The spear weighs the same as the Nine Realms; it's nine gigantic planets accumulating on the spear." Godwyn said, spinning the spear between his fingers with shocking ease. "If you weren't my friend, the spear would have crushed your hands with its weight."

"By the way, having been made from a branch of the world tree, the spear itself has consciousness and life, and it doesn't like others touching it." Godwyn added with a laugh, understanding the spear's own intentions.

"So petty, I just wanted to look." Thalia murmured, looking at the spear with a dissatisfied look.

"Godwyn, I'm going to sleep for a month." Brok said with a tired tone and didn't care about anything else and simply fell asleep on the floor and soon after, started snoring.

Sindri was not like his brother; he was covered in sweat, dirty, and exhausted; this was simply hell in his eyes. After saying goodbye to Godwyn and others, he ran to the bathroom, ready to take a shower before going to sleep.

"Mimir, now that the spear is ready, our plan to hunt a god will begin." Godwyn said with a determined and cold tone. It was rare for him to show such an appearance, as he usually showed respect even to his enemies.

There were three beings who could make him show such an appearance: Odin, the Norns, and Heimdall.

"The Watcher of Asgard is not difficult to attract, especially with his arrogance. We just need to find an Einherjar base and destroy it. If one base is not enough, two or more will be more than enough to alert the Watcher." Mimir said with a calm tone. Heimdall, Odin's son, had inherited the ability to make enemies from his father, so even among the Aesir gods, Heimdall was not popular.

"He thinks he's untouchable because of his Divine Position; I'm eager to see his expression when he bleeds." Godwyn spun the Destined Death between his fingers and spoke with a calm and deep tone.

"Is this Watcher that bad?" Thalia asked, noticing Godwyn and Mimir's unpleasant expressions when mentioning the Watcher of Asgard.

"He's an arrogant, sadistic, and annoying little shit. A spoiled brat who uses his father's prestige to intimidate others." Godwyn said with a sarcastic tone regarding Heimdall. "When I turned five, he cut me, pierced me, and beat me many times; I almost died countless times because of him; half of my scars were made by him in the name of training."

Thalia covered her mouth and showed a shocked look; then, there was a deep fury in her eyes. She couldn't believe there were people who could do that to such a young child.

"Didn't the Queen intervene?" Mimir was also surprised by Godwyn's words. But he was confused; as far as he knew, Frigg controlled her sons and daughters firmly and would definitely not stand by and watch her son in that state.

"Do you think she knew?" Godwyn said with a calm tone. "Heimdall is a dog that only moves at the All-Father's orders."

Mimir understood the implications in Godwyn's words; the All-Father had suspected that something was wrong with Godwyn and was testing his son in the most brutal way possible.

"Let's kill him." Thalia said with a fierce and furious tone; just imagining sweet and adorable five-year-old Godwyn being treated that way made her blood boil with fury.

Godwyn looked at Thalia's expression and said he would be lying if he wasn't moved by Thalia's fury.

"Yes, let's kill him." Godwyn held Thalia's hand and said with a determined tone.

Mimir looked at both teenagers and showed a satisfied look. He could see the rise of a God King and a Goddess Queen.

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Read my other books:

Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.